{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: l'effetto rosa di vetro colorato

clusters and rainbows of colors embellished and exalted patterns on her dark skin and whitened her teeth. she'd sprinkle flowers on girls and dip them in glittery butterflies to deliver their lives into monarchs of rising kingdoms and at nights she'd console the moon.

"why do you frown?" she had asked luna's crescent that caressed and divided both halves of her melancholy and happiness in the darkness of her designated night. and then she'd give the moon a slice of her overripe mango and let the juice drip on the dark cavities of luna until, like this mango, became a golden peach full moon that justly reigned the sky and held the trembling stars on the base of their galaxies.

she'd sprout from her wake, sun-dipped and yawning in a blissful blush, her naked figure framed the rays of apollo as he leisurely walked the beams of light on every single and married freckle on her skin. this is the life she felt deserving at least until they clip the bridge of her nose from behind her rose- colored glasses.

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soon removed and put somewhere else. like in another book. or in the trash. whatever works.